บท 285: A Guest

[+100,000 Damage points]

Tyrion grunted in pain. The force made his monstrous body stagger backwards. Energy coursed through him, stimulating his genes and replicating his cells with explosive speed. With speed that could be seen with the naked eyes, Tyrion's arms regenerated as though time was being reversed and in just a single second, he had grown back his three complete set of arm.

'Four more times.' Tyrion muttered to himself. Gathering his energy and courage, with a roar he grabbed at the energy ore once more, rapidly absorbing the energy within.

In the meantime, his Primordial form started to decay slowly. The decay process in his size arms was more rapid as it was his arms in contact with the nuclear ore.

After a few moments, his arm shattered again and regenerated. Tyrion repeated this process four times before he was finally exhausted leaving a bit of 'Dust' within the ore.